Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

Tomorrow we start our first ever October Fest on Blog Cerpts!

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.

Damn, feels like shit just got serious!

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

If this typewriter can’t do it, then fuck it, it can’t be done!

In case you didn't notice this is the first usage of the "F" word or any other severe "curse" word for that matter that I have used on the blog... 

...and it would figure that it is on a post featuring a Captain and Tenille song/video.

Death is only the beginning; afterward comes the hard part

It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.

All children, except one, grow up.

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.

All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

Just rolling some Doobies on turn table four.

They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did.

I apologize for the posts from the past couple of days;  I will try to get a better handle on things tomorrow. 

He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.

In the town, there were two mutes and they were always together.

Psychics can see the color of time it's blue.

I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.

That's a damn shame, the only way these brothas could get some TV exposure was to allow white folk to also be on TV fucking up the vibe with they whack ass no rhythm can't dance a lick or stay on beat fake bullshit.*

* Taken from the comments section on You Tube. 

Justice?—You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the law.

The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.

Granted:

 I am an inmate of a mental hospital; my keeper is watching me, he never lets me out of his sight; there's a peephole in the door, and my keeper's eye is the shade of brown that can never see through a blue-eyed type like me.

Seeing as how it is Sunday I felt it was a good time to cut some of the serious tone that Blog Cerpts started out with and lighten the mood.

To be born again first you have to die

You better not never tell nobody but God.

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.

 

A story has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.

All of what follows happened, more or less.

The first post of this nostalgic yet brand new way to keep the legend of the Cerpt Tape alive and well.  

Seems like there's still some life left in those rusty electrodes yet.